Needle and Thread Songtext
von Matt Duke

I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the interstate
On a pigeon′s for a fast food diet and some toothpaste
I can remedy alone, getting drunk, getting stoned
Then I'm back to my good old ways
Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray

For now, the waking world can wait
So sing your blues away
And hope for better days
Pick an old song
And we′ll dance in the dark
It's that needle and thread
Stitch up my broken heart

I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight
Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passer by
For the lawman's sake, I might bend but I won′t break
That part I leave for lovers and life
This is my right to keep quiet
I′ll reserve it for some other time


For now, the waking world can wait
So sing your blues away
And hope for better days
Pick an old song
And we'll dance in the dark
It′s that needle and thread
Stitch up my broken heart

Cuff me up and take me in so I can sleep an hour or two
Just me, the bros, the criminals, singing loud with nothing to lose
Oh, Lord, music saved my soul
Well, nothing's right with rock and roll

For now, the waking world can wait
So sing your blues away
And hope for better days
Pick an old song
And we′ll dance in the dark
It's that needle and thread
Mmm, for now, the waking world can wait
So sing your blues away
And hope for better days
Pick an old song
And we′ll dance in the dark
It's that needle and thread
Stitch up my broken heart

Stitch up my broken heart